Hot or cold, thick or runny
In a pie it’s considered funny
Crumbles and pies are better smothered
Trifle needs to be smoothly covered
More please mum, dad often begs
For this pud made with milk, sugar and eggs
Poured all over his spotted dick
Never too much to make him sick
Something I love and enjoy making
A tasty addition to sweet winter baking
Thanks to fatmumslim.com for the prompt
Warm and surrounded by loving fur,
where my soul settles in peace
and my mind clears at the end of a day or the week;
allowing gratitude and serenity to fill my being.
A space of calm, a space of love, a space I call home.
Morning becomes afternoon, as afternoon becomes evening
The light fades and the day cools
Memories of a day well spent
A relaxed moment in thought
Evening becomes night
I care for you
I care for your love
I care, for your love means everything.
Blue skies above rolling green fields dotted with beautiful spots of red that are the poppies that have taken up residence in the corn field. Birds flying across the almost perfect sky as they whistle and sing to each other. A perfect summer day where the sun warms my aging body and gladdens my heart. That’s my view today.
Or, at least, in my mind’s eye that’s my view today.
My true view is of a stark graying wall with no decoration except the marks added their by previous inmates, a bunk above me made of cold metal over the end of which hang the legs of my cellmate. For I am physically imprisoned for crimes against the state. Crimes of passion to help others like me remain free. The government of my diseased country impose this physical view on me but they have no power to impose my spiritual view, the view my mind can conjure.
My mind will always remain free, my view will always be of green fields, or of rolling oceans, the beauty that is ours for the asking, or in my case imagination.
Makes for a refreshing drink,
Or for washing fill the sink
Full to bursting the rivers run
Full of danger, heaps of fun,
Giver of life and taker away
Rains that flood and over land take sway.
C is for choosy, childhood and chips
C is for chocolate, China and clips
C is for charming, chortle and chase
and C is for cheeky that shows in your face
C is for canoodle, canaries and cats
C is for cockerel, chicken and chats
C is for canasta, clueless and chai
and C is for cheerio that stands for goodbye.